Kings Before Your Hand

Go out, show your naïve black hair, sponge-like and strong and dripping water because you just finished washing it. Brave and proud, that's what makes you the most enchanting of the evolutionary world. How did you chance about these beauties? Did you not notice how kings are kneeling before your hand? They want to ask it the big question, unlatch your heart's gate and take you home, that is, to personalise you, possibly by finger-cuffing your second to the last finger. You said you don't like the position of the moon today. It's my fault. I should have shifted it further up so that it'll be shinning on the scalp of your head with your hair black and beautiful. I can do anything for you. Women are like early morning bird that perches in our heart corner and sing wordless songs, over and again. Sometimes you don't understand, how hard it is to choose between your spongy-like hair and your succulent hand which you use to play with the moon like a vase of finest flowers scented by the breathe of the gods whom I video-called ahead so they won't eat garlic; my grandmother said garlic brings bad breathe! How do I explain ovulation as distinct from female accidental discharge or what some animals feel as heat period? We all have ours!